Dragonball: After Earth
By Blood Wraith
Chapter 4: Ascension
His aura of white ki crackling around him, Tenshinhan flew low over the battlefield. The army of the Western Continent had done all it could, but it had been far to little. The battle had been short, but incredibly fierce. The daemon legions pushing the defenders back into the Western Capital within the first few hours of conflict. Now they were laying siege to the city, slowly destroying both the soldiers and the citizens who had not been able to evacuate, the order having been given when the battle was decided to have been lost.
He knew there was very little he could do, but he hoped he could help bolster the left flank which was currently in danger of collapsing completely and give more time for the innocent people that were about to be caught in the battle to escape.
Tenshinhan stopped to hover, his keen eyes attempting to find the spot where a barrage of ki bolts would cause the most damage and chaos in the daemon ranks. It seemed almost anywhere would work, no specific order or commanders visible in the black tide that continued to roll forward.
He was raising his hands to begin his assault when he felt the energy, it was a dark ki, easily many times his own, and coming straight towards him. Tenshinhan was easily one of the most powerful humans on the planet, but he barely had time to look up before Irruit was upon him.
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Son Pan watched Trunks as he prepared to follow after Goku. He had been in the Room of Spirit and Time with Medon for about six hours, which she had estimated to be roughly three months of time for those within it's confines. He hadn't changed as much as she expected. All the stories she had heard of the room, said those that emerged from within were usually drastically different then when they went in. She figured maybe it was the shorter period of time he spent in there, she would experience it herself soon enough.
Outwardly Pan's observations were quite right. Trunks had changed little. Appearance meant little though, inside the demi-sayai-jin had indeed had a change of heart. Before the events of the last day had occurred, Trunks had simply lived life. His goals the same as everyone else, to make some money, live comfortably, and to someday have a family of his own. The last part had been put on hold for his career though; he was still single even though he was over forty. While in the room, training Medon, he had begun to think on what his options were now. Even if they defeated the creatures that had attacked the Earth, what would be left? One entire continent and all it's people were gone. His friends, and some of his family were also gone. Life wouldn't be anything like it was before; it would almost be like starting over again.
He had made the choice, if he survived this, he would indeed start over, and make something with his life this time. Business wasn't everything; happiness was paramount. Living life to it's fullest, would be what drove him. He gave a sad smile as he pulled on the black leather trench coat he had brought with him, a special slit in the back to hold his sword, maybe he was just having a midlife crisis. It didn't matter though, this was the way it would be.
His gaze wandered over to Pan as he pulled on his black boots and gloves, the outfit he was wearing underneath the coat, his father's old suit of Sayai-jin armor, that he had worn during the Cell Games, any edge or protection would help. He had modified the armor a bit while within the Room to provide a bit more protection over the black body suit it covered. He hoped this would be over before she came out of the Room of Spirit and Time. She didn't need anymore grief or pain. She too had lost both her parents, and Goku had some crazy scheme involving her brother in mind. She met his eyes then and smiled, and he saw the hope reflected in that smile and in the depths of her dark eyes, and he knew he couldn't fail.
"I'm going after Goku now. Your suppose to enter the room in twelve hours, that should give Medon enough time with his current instructor, and then the two of you three months together."
Pan gave a nod, and then held out her hand to Trunks. Her slender fingers clasping twice, indicating for him to take it. She didn't know what he or her grandfather were going to face, she had faith in them though to come back, but she needed contact with someone before she was alone here with her thoughts.
Trunks took the young woman's hand, squeezing it tight with his own., offering her a smile to bolster her spirit as she had his own.
"Good luck Trunks, when you see him, let him know you both need to come back to us."
He nodded, then reluctantly released her hand. Then he sighed and dashed to the edge of God's Lookout. He had wasted too much time already, Goku had left nearly 30 minutes ago, and hell had probably already broken loose upon the surface.
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Son Goku rushed across the surface of the Earth. He had felt Tenshinhan's ki begin to fluctuate which meant he most likely was engaged in combat. Normally he would use his Instantaneous Movement to get there, but the dark ki that Tenshinhan's opponent was radiating was blurring his ability to sense energy in that region and he couldn't get a good enough lock on it to use the technique.
Gritting his teeth, the sayai-jin focused more of his energy into his flight speed, the ocean beneath him spraying high into the air at the force of his passage.
He was almost to the edge of the Western Continent when the attack came. A purple ball of ki hurled straight into his path, his training and reflexes the only thing that allowed him to dodge under it in time.
Goku threw his arms out to stop his forward momentum, looking upward to his attackers. Two surprisingly attractive females floated down from the clouds above him, kept aloft upon sets of massive wings. The darker haired of the two, had wings that seemed akin to Baal's, almost bat-like in their appearance. The other, stood out even more, beyond her bright red hair, her wings were made up of feathers like an angel, but the feathers were the color of a raven's coat. Despite their appearance though, Goku knew he was in trouble. They both were radiating massive amounts of ki, close to his level. If they were holding back at all, he would indeed have a problem.
Zilvra smiled, flashing white teeth and elongated canines. When Irruit and Kale had departed to attack the two-ki sources they had felt, their target's energy had popped up almost immediately. He most likely was attempting to rescue his friends. It wasn't going to happen.
"Well Laele, this must be the famous Son Goku, that Mephiston kept talking about. Not much to look at is he?"
Her sister gave a half shrug and wrinkled her pert nose up at the remark. She was actually hoping to run into the younger of the two men, as she had said previously, she found that one attractive and figured it would be more amusing then a simple fight.
"Who cares what he looks like? Let's just get this over with. I don't even see what the big deal is. His energy is ridiculously low, you can probably take him yourself."
"Hmmm, your right. Well why don't you just sit back and let me have a bit of fun then? You can play with the next one."
Zilvra vanished from her sister's side then, her immediate attack catching Goku off guard, as he boot slammed into the back of his head. Her body twisting in mid-air as he knee came around to impact into the sayai-jin's stomach, knocking the breath from his body and sending him flying up into the air with the force of the blow.
The daemoness laughed and gave pursuit, great wings flapping to send her up after her target. She blurred out again intending to appear above him, but when she arrived at where he should have been, he had simply vanished.
Her surprise was complete when Goku grabbed her ankle, viciously yanking her downward to connect with his knee as it came up to meet her. The blow stunned her for a split second, during which time he spun her around and tossed her downwards towards the Earth, a golden bolt of ki following after her.
Her wings flared outward stopped her fall as her arms were thrown up over her face, the golden energy blast slamming into her and causing her to lose more altitude. She snarled and amber eyes went back up to her opponent. Golden flames now danced around his body without scorching his blue gi, his black hair standing up and having taken on the same golden shade. It was at that point Zilvra decided this might not be as easy as she had initially thought.
Goku only smiled as he charged back in at her, his golden aura flaring as blue sparks of electricity leaped up into it. She was strong, he had to give her that. Then again, he had always loved a challenge.
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He was dying. Chaozu was sure of that by this point. At Tenshinhan's command he had make a direct path for the hospital within the Western Capital in hopes they could stop the flow of blood from his injured arm and help restore him to health. That was before the black skinned giant had attacked him from out of nowhere. Now Chaozu lay within the rubble that had been the hospital, a strong backhand followed by a ki blast had sent him into the structure and leveled it.
The little warrior was sure most of his ribs were broken, as was one leg and the right side of his face has been crushed in by the giant's fist, his white skin smeared with his own blood.
Chaozu felt tears welling up inside him. He wished he was stronger, and then he could help Tenshinhan. All he amounted to was hindering the man, during the battle with the daemon Tenshinhan had been forced to take several hits to protect him. Now at least, when this beast killed him, his friend would be free to fight to his fullest without being held back by concern.
The giant, Kale landed amongst the stone and steel. One large hand reaching down to pick up the small man by the head, huge fingers easily wrapping around his entire skull. This one had been no challenge, a normal human could have put up as much of a fight. He gave a shrug, at least he was in the heart of the city now, there was sure to be more amusement. He didn't even look at Chaozu as he began to squeeze, feeling flesh and bone give way under his monstrous strength.
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Tenshinhan was completely on the defensive. Irruit had attacked him without warning or mercy. Now she had him darting through a forest outside the Capital in hopes of losing her, while she fired freezing cold blasts of energy behind him, causing everything they hit to instantly freeze over. They had been at this for almost an hour now, and she showed no signs of letting up, while Tenshinhan was beginning to tire.
He was just coming around a large redwood; another of her killing bolts slamming into the ground where he had just flown by when he felt Chaozu's energy vanish. His friend's ki had been weak but there, and now it was gone. Snuffed out in the span of a few seconds.
The warrior stopped dead in his tracks, running was over. His best friend, his companion for over three decades was gone. The Dragonballs were gone as well, he would not be coming back this time. Tenshinhan screamed in rage, his ki flaring up around him as he waited for the daemoness to come to him. He didn't care if he died at this point, but he would take her with him.
Irruit knew her target had stopped running; she had grown bored of this game a while ago and was glad it was time to end it. She stopped right before Tenshinhan, drawing a glowing red blade from its sheath upon her hip.
"Done running meat?"
His response was not in words but in action. Tenshinhan had his hands in the shape of a triangle before him and was waiting for her to come into view. As soon as she did he focused, his very life energy going in the gap between his fingers, the image of her within rushing towards him.
"Kikouhou!"
The fantastically powerful energy blast hit Irruit full on, sending her hurtling backwards through several ancient trees that populated the forest. She lay still for a moment, calculating the power of the male she faced and the strength of the attack he had just unleashed upon her. It was far to strong for one of his level, these human's were a tricky lot, and she would kill him slow for that.
The daemoness was just beginning to rise again when Tenshinhan unleashed another Kikouhou upon her. This one sending her diagonally into the ground, several more of the deadly blast following. He was channeling his life force into the blast without care now. He just wanted to kill her before he expired as well, and if he survived this battle he would go and attempt the same against Chaozu's killer.
It was a good plan; it might have worked if Irruit was a normal daemon. She was one of Mephiston's elite five however. She would keep coming until one of them was dead, and Tenshinhan just didn't have enough energy in his body to make her stay down. Even as his repeated Kikouhou's slammed her deeper into the Earth, she kept attempting to rise, eventually she would, and then he would die.
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Medon had heard a lot about his current teacher. If someone asked him though, he would honestly say he wasn't impressed. He had expected a great warrior, and the short, overweight, blue, catfish looking man who stood before him now just didn't strike him as such. This was the Kaiosamma of the Northern Galaxy though he was told, who had managed to increase Goku, Tenshinhan, Chaozu, and Yamcha's powers by an incredible amount in a short period of time. Trunks had told him he should be honored to, he was using a privilege to come to the land of the living for a single day to come here and teach Medon as Goku's request.
So far he had been abused with a number of horrid jokes, and a repeated remark that he wished he could have brought the monkey in here. The only good thing he would attribute to this so far was Kaiosamma could cook better then either Medon or Trunks had been capable of. The temperature had also regulated somehow in the room once Kaiosamma had entered with him. Still he just wanted to get this over with so his sister could come and train with him. Kaiosamma hadn't even understood the joke he told him when they got into a discussion about humor, of course the fact he had heard it from Uncle Goten and it was particularly crude may have helped attribute to that.
"So what exactly are you going to teach me? As much as a good meal is going to help me, it really isn't going to let me go out there and defeat anyone at squat."
"Patience Medon. Your more hyper then my monkey assistant Bubbles."
Kaiosamma seemed to think a moment on that before covering up his mouth and snorting.
"Hehehe, monkey, sayai-jin, I didn't even see that one. Am I good or what?"
Medon could only sigh and shake his head; maybe this was a test of some sort. He had heard his father had to sit still in a circle for hours when the Rou Kaioshin had unleashed his power. The young demi-sayai-jin could only sit and listen to Kaiosamma as he continued to rattle off a number of bad puns and jokes and hope that something good came of all this.
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Kale tossed aside the battered and crushed corpse of his victim. The entire experience had been quite disappointing. The only thing that had gotten his blood pumped at all had been when the small man had begun to cry in the last few moments. It had been all to short however, and he craved some more sport. He could sense a large energy rushing toward Irruit as well as a rise in the one she was battling. That seemed to be the best spot for some sport, he could tell Zilvra was in combat with a ki nearly equal to her own and didn't quite feel like interfering into that as of yet.
The giant was just turning away from the ruins of the hospital to head out of the city when the purple beam of energy slammed square into the small of his back. The attack carried enough force to send him stumbling forward a few steps, large hands reaching behind him in an attempt to pat at the smoking wound.
With a snarl Kale spun about to face his attacker who was coming into a landing atop a large fallen chunk of rock. It was a human from the looks of him, seeming to be in his mid-thirties. His light brown skin was rippled with muscles and his black hair was an unkempt mohawk atop his head. He wore plain white pants and a black vest, open in the front. The corner of the massive daemon's lip turned up, his energy was impressive but not enough to be a threat.
"Well, well another flesh bag on this mud ball seems to think they have enough power to matter."
"I do have enough power. I had hoped you creatures would just leave, but instead you come into our cities and kill our innocent people. This is unforgivable. I am Ubuu, and I will be the one to stop you!"
The giant threw his head back and laughed. It felt good actually, the sound rolling up from his belly to echo throughout the near empty city.
"Is that so? Well feel free to try then Ubuu. Maybe you can manage to give me a bit of exercise before you die"
Ubuu growled, his knees bending as he shifted into an offensive stance. White ki springing up around him as the rock beneath him broke apart as he launched himself at Kale. The giant responded with a strong forward punch as the on-coming warrior.
The impact as their fists slammed together shattered the remaining windows in the two blocks surrounding the hospital, heralding another round of fierce battle within the confines of the city.
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The human was finally down. Irruit had been just beginning to get seriously annoyed when Tenshinhan's energy had begun to wan. His last few attacks had barely managed to stagger her and now he was down on one knee, trying to raise his hand up to fire another blast at her as she rose up out of the hole he had blasted her into.
Her black eyes flashed as twin beams of flame streamed forth to strike her exhausted opponent. He threw his arms in front of his body in an attempt to shield himself, but his scream of agony still echoed through the woods as the attack sent him hurtling backwards to slam into one of the ancient trees, sending cracks spider webbing up it's surface.
"Poor human, so fragile. Here you actually thought you had a chance. A pity..."
The daemoness held up the slender blade she had pulled from her hip sheath, her long forked tongue flickering out against its razor edge.
"You've managed to impress me though, so I will take a memento from you. Your third eye."
She was taking a step forward to finish off this human before he got up again when the on coming ki caught her attention. Her rage rose as she cursed at herself for not noticing it earlier. Tenshinhan's attacks had managed to distract her enough and her own delight in seeing him in agony afterwards had done the rest.
She spun around to defend herself slashing to the side with her glowing red blade. Her speed alone saved her, the hilt of the dagger catching hard against the razor edge of the sword that had been swung at her spine.
Irruit continued to turn to get a good look at her assailant but a black boot snapped up to crack into her jaw as she attempted to rotate, sending her stumbling backwards. She brought slender fingers up to wipe the thick stream of blood that dripped from her lips, dark eyes taking in her new opponent, a single word of hate muttered.
"Sayai-jin."
Trunks gave a short nod of his head and rose the tip of his blade, his golden aura crackling around it and strengthening it enough to match against her own magic weapon.
"Let's see how happy you are with someone that can fight back at your own level."
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The daemoness felt herself falling again, a violent shake of her head bringing her back to reality just before she slammed into the ground. Spinning about in mid-air Zilvra let her gaze wander up to the sayai-jin she had been fighting for the last few hours. He was a marvel to behold in combat. She actually had a slight advantage on him in pure power and he was still managing to match her move for move.
Son Goku took a deep breath and used the break in combat to try to regain some of the energy he had lost so far. Even with having to go all out in this form he still considered himself lucky. The daemoness' twin hadn't involved herself in the fight, if she had he would have been forced to assume the third stage to even stand a chance and it would drain his ki reserves so quickly he would have to win within an hour or so or else he'd run out of energy. In the second stage he was about equal to this one, though she had a bit of an edge he was making up for it with experience.
They had been trading blows for the better part of the day however, and he felt several other battles had begun around them. Even with the portal blurring his ability to sense ki he knew Trunks was involved in a fight in the woods near the Western Capital several miles away, and another ki he believed to be Ubuu was fighting within the city itself. Tenshinhan and Chaozu's energy had completely vanished, which meant they were either severely injured or dead. Neither of those options appealed to the sayai-jin at all. As the combat he was in had progressed he kept trying to find a way to put an end to it and win, but nothing had presented itself. He would either use all his energy and the other one would finish him, or he wasn't sure it would succeed. It seemed at the moment they were in a stalling action until Pan and Medon could come to tip the scales in their favor. His sense of time was off a bit by the fight, but he figured it would be at least another five hours until the two of them would be ready.
Zilvra and Laele both backed up a bit as Goku screamed his ki raising up another few notches, the electrical sparks dancing around his body and snapping off the top of the water. Zilvra spread her wings and prepared to launch herself back at him before he had a chance to power up again, but as she did the golden warrior was already upon her in a barrage of punches and kicks, leaving her no room for mistakes.
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In all honestly, the Room bothered Pan quite a bit. The gravity wasn't really any issue, she had adapted to that quick enough. It was the change in temperatures and the vast emptiness of it that got to her. Unless she was right in the entrance area she felt like she was in the middle of nowhere, all alone, and it frightened her. When she would go out to train away from the entrance without Medon she would have time to let her mind wander, and usually her thoughts turned unpleasant quickly.
That was also most likely the source of the arguments she and her brother had been engaged in since she had entered into the Room of Spirit and Time with him. They had briefly discussed his training with Trunks and then with Kaiosamma, the latter he didn't really say much on, beyond the fact that it had increased his power dramatically, and then set to the task at hand of getting him more combat experience and her own ki level up. Things had been ok at first, but she suspected the periods of time he had been on his own and doing nothing but training had gotten to him as much as they were getting to her, and he had experienced more of them. She had been in the Room to what amounted to maybe two weeks so far. He had been in here for over nine months. He had changed both physically and mentally. She could tell he had tried to push any thoughts of the tragedy that had forced them here from his mind, but her presence had brought it back as a fresh wound. To her it hadn't been long at all. So it was they had begun to argue at random points throughout the day. Usually on minor issues but every so often a fight during a training session would become particularly violent and they would have to stop to avoid injuring each other.
For now she was sitting on her bed and watching her brother. He was a few hundred yards away out into the nothingness. The temperature had dropped and large chunks of ice had formed over most of the area, except for a large section around him. He was just standing there, not moving and focusing his ki. The golden flames crackling around his body pushing back the forming ice and causing cracks to run up the pieces that managed to form on the edge of his circle of power.
She considered him now, as a man and as a warrior. He really had no combat experience so to speak, but did have training and pure power on his side. Trunks had done an exceptional job in the time he had, as had Kaiosamma. Of course it was to be expected of the later. Medon was easily stronger then her, even without transforming into a Super Sayai-jin. The transformation was incredibly difficult for him however. It didn't drain much energy but he seemed to have problems pushing himself into it at will. When he reached any extreme level of anger he would go into one stage or another without even trying, and his ki would rise above its normal limits. He needed to be able to access it at will though, even if his power would be a bit lower then when he was worked up. She knew when he was a child, their fathers power had been highest when he was angry, but when he grew older he had been able to harness it. Medon should have been able to do the same but he was just having trouble doing so. They didn't have much more time though, two and a half months and it would be time to leave the room and join the battles she knew were occurring even as they trained.
Pan sighed and rubbed her eyes. She didn't know what to do with him. Nothing she seemed to say lately was getting through. He didn't want to learn the techniques she was attempting to teach him, and she had no advice to help him with the transformations. It seemed as if they were destined to just advance themselves as much as possible while they were in here together. She loved her brother dearly but he was so damn difficult.
The ice flows around the entrance and the sleeping area cracked apart as Medon stepped out of them and onto the white tiles. The golden aura around him wavered a moment before fading away. His golden hair changing back to black and falling flat again, he had kept it cut short even within the room, the main change in the transformation being the increase in length.
The demi-sayai-jin gave his sister only a short glance as he walked by her into the room where they kept the food. He really didn't feel like listening to her at this point, dark thoughts occupied his mind. He had to think of some of the most painful things possible to fully access his power and doing so tended to put him into a foul mood for sometime after. All she seemed to do anyway was complain and tell him what to do. She just didn't seem to understand he had to figure out a way to transform on his own, a few new energy techniques wouldn't help like it could.
She had gotten up from the bed though and was following him. It seemed like it was going to be time for another discussion. There had been far to many of them since she had come into the Room for his liking, he would even take Kaiosamma's corny jokes over some of the things she said. Lately both of them had said things that were bordering on just purely hurtful and he didn't want to go there anymore.
"You know, we maybe could have avoided this if you had trained to start with."
Medon stopped cold and looked at Pan at the comment. This had not been a path he had expected her to take.
"What?"
"You heard me. If you had trained to begin with, instead of studying, we maybe could have avoided this. You may have been strong enough to help everyone instead of hiding inside the building."
Pan watched as her brothers lavender eyes went cold and locked onto her own. She knew she was walking down a bad path right now but the more she had thought about it, the more she had grown fed up. He wanted to do everything himself, that was fine, but she was going to point out to him what listening to her in the past may have stopped.
"I tried to get you to train with me. You didn't want to though...you wanted to be a scholar like Dad. You idolized him and now he's gone, and so is Mom. If you had trained you probably could be even stronger then you are now, and have been able to do something when those things showed up. Of course they even showed up at a party we were having for you."
Medon swallowed and took a deep breath before he spoke back to Pan. He felt the power rising up within him and was fighting to keep it down. Her tone of voice was completely calm but held an accusing edge to it, like she was trying to blame him for what had happened. He would never have said what he did under normal circumstances, but the stress had finally gotten to him and she had pushed over the last week and this was the final straw.
"Your maybe right, but, you killed Dad."
"What?!"
"If you had been stronger, Dad wouldn't have died. He didn't die trying to fight them, or protecting us. He was strong enough he could have beaten that thing inside probably, or taken care of himself. He died, because you couldn't protect yourself. He died to save you."
He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth and he saw the tears begin to form in his sister's large brown eyes. Pan felt to her knees in the small pantry area, no words leaving her mouth, but her lip quivering as she tried to speak. She had never considered that before, but hearing it from Medon, her little brother, it hit home. It was true. She closed her eyes and felt cold tears run down her cheeks. One hand pressed to the smooth tiles of the floor to keep her from falling flat, her knees had already turned to jelly.
Medon's heart melted as he watched his sister break down before him. He hadn't meant to cause this, only to get back at her for what she was saying. He didn't realize it would hit her this hard. He slowly reached out to touch her shoulder, but she viciously shook her arm causing him to back away. It was then he realized the ground was shaking.
Pieces of the tiled pantry began to break free and float into the air, the pots and cans of food in the shelves shaking free of the shelves of also taking flight. Consumed by her sorrow, Pan threw her head back and screamed, trying to be free of her inner demons that threatened to consume her with guilt. Medon tossed his arms up as the pantry blew apart, golden flames roaring up to consume the small room.
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The giant had been right. Ubuu groaned and attempted to rise up to his feet but his legs wouldn't respond to take him off the one knee he had fallen down to. He had managed to fight Kale to a standstill for a number of hours before his energy began to give out.
Ubuu had taken almost no hits for the majority of the battle, but the daemon seemed to shrug off his most powerful attacks with no effort. Now the tide of battle had turned and he had taken almost a dozen attacks that had caused him severe internal injury.
Kale advanced on his enemy. The human had put up quite a fight he had to admit. Nothing worth writing home about, but enough to give him a bit of a work out as he had hoped for. He was going to kill this one now and then lay waste to the rest of the city. After that he'd probably have to go take care of the energy he had felt approaching Irruit, her power had dropped a bit while it had grown some. Part of him hoped she would be either severely beaten so he could have his way with her or dead, he had never liked her.
Kale was opening his mouth to fire the killing blast at Ubuu when Irruit was thrown into his left side with enough force to send both of them into the air and nearly two blocks down the street. The giant roared from within the building he had landed within, the structure exploding with the force of his anger. Irruit was rising unsteadily to her feet besides him, the daemoness' red hide was scorched and a number of bruises were visible across her skin.
"What the hell is going on?!"
She growled and jerked her thumb down to street to the golden glowing form of Trunks that was landing near the injured Ubuu.
"He came out of no where. They aren't supposed to be this damn powerful!"
Kale snarled at the other daemon and slapped her hard across the face, sending her back down to her knee.
"You stupid cow! Do you expect them to just lie down and die, they will give all they have. You were simply weak, why don't you play with the human I already pulped while I handled this whelp?"
The giant gave a chuckle and rose up to his full height, large strides taking him back down the street towards his newest prey.
Trunks had told Ubuu to hide his energy as much as possible and use a nearby sewer to hide in. The injured man wouldn't get far though if he couldn't hold these two here long enough for him to get out of sight. The sayai-jin stood from his kneeling position near the manhole cover, watching Kale advance towards him. The daemoness he had been fighting was also getting up from the fallen building and slowly making her way down the street.
He took a breath and drew his sword from its sheath upon his back. It was time for round two.
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It was time. Goku had felt the shift in energy from the battlefields. Ubuu's had vanished and Trunks was now near two large dark ki's. They also were down to under an hour from when his grandchildren should have been out of the Room of Spirit and Time.
Zilvra ceased her attack as her opponent suddenly smiled and slowly raised a hand to wipe the blood from his mouth. The fight had intensified in the last few hours, and she had a few large purplish welts to prove it, but so did he. She didn't see any reason for him to be smiling.
"What are you so happy about meat?"
"Because I don't have to hold back any longer."
The water underneath Goku began to ripple and then swirl about, the twins could feel his ki starting to rise as an incredibly rate. The crackling golden aura around him flaring outward, as his golden hair stretched down his back. His muscular form seemed to grow even more, as his brow pushed forward, his eyebrows vanishing. It was time to give his all, if he could beat them so be it, otherwise he could certainly hold them until reinforcements were on hand to defeat the weakened daemons.
The daemoness cursed and looked to her sister. She had thought his second transformation had been the last one. This new form was immensely powerful and one on one he would be able to beat her, she was sure of that.
Laele gave a nod and spread her black wings wide, a single flap taking her to her twin's side. The sayai-jin's ki had shot up, but together they should still be a match for him and could most likely defeat him.
"Seems looks aren't everything eh Laele?"
"Shut up. So he had a few surprises on hand, you're the one that said this would be play time."
Zilvra snorted at her sister and popped the twin blades that were housed on the back of each arm. Laele did the same and in perfect movements with each other the two charges in at the Super Sayai-jin Three Son Goku.
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Pan took a deep breath as she stepped out of the Room of Spirit and Time. The air outside was so much more refreshing; it wasn't heavy with the gravity within the room. Her path was straight, walking to the edge of God's Lookout, Medon following close behind her.
They hadn't argued once since that day. His words had hurt her emotionally, but it had triggered something that might help save them. So they had focused and both given their all, growing closer and more powerful together.
Now they looked down upon the Earth and were ready. Pan had cut her hair short before they had left the room, much like her mother had for the Tenkaichi Bodoukai over thirty years before. Before he had returned to his own planet Kaiosamma had made them both outfits per their request for this moment. She wore a thin red short-sleeved top to allow for easy movement, it only covered her upper torso, leaving her smooth stomach bare. She had followed Trunks mode of dress and gone with black leather, a matching vest and pair of tight pants. She had completed her dress with a set of yellow knee high boots.
Medon's request had been simple. He had wanted to follow the path of his father. So he now wore a loose fitting red gi, no symbol's visible on the material. His undershirt, boots, and wristbands were black. The clothing was all weighted both for tradition and to add some impact to his attacks.
They both could sense the dark ki that seemed to have bled over most of the planet. Their grandfathers and Trunks seeming to be the only two spots of light in the see of darkness, but the light would die soon if they didn't hurry.
Turning to his sister, the young man gave a brief nod. It was time.
"Let's go"
Together they stepped off God's Lookout and sped towards the battlefield. Two arrows aimed at the heart of doom.
By Blood Wraith
Chapter 4: Ascension
His aura of white ki crackling around him, Tenshinhan flew low over the battlefield. The army of the Western Continent had done all it could, but it had been far to little. The battle had been short, but incredibly fierce. The daemon legions pushing the defenders back into the Western Capital within the first few hours of conflict. Now they were laying siege to the city, slowly destroying both the soldiers and the citizens who had not been able to evacuate, the order having been given when the battle was decided to have been lost.
He knew there was very little he could do, but he hoped he could help bolster the left flank which was currently in danger of collapsing completely and give more time for the innocent people that were about to be caught in the battle to escape.
Tenshinhan stopped to hover, his keen eyes attempting to find the spot where a barrage of ki bolts would cause the most damage and chaos in the daemon ranks. It seemed almost anywhere would work, no specific order or commanders visible in the black tide that continued to roll forward.
He was raising his hands to begin his assault when he felt the energy, it was a dark ki, easily many times his own, and coming straight towards him. Tenshinhan was easily one of the most powerful humans on the planet, but he barely had time to look up before Irruit was upon him.
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Son Pan watched Trunks as he prepared to follow after Goku. He had been in the Room of Spirit and Time with Medon for about six hours, which she had estimated to be roughly three months of time for those within it's confines. He hadn't changed as much as she expected. All the stories she had heard of the room, said those that emerged from within were usually drastically different then when they went in. She figured maybe it was the shorter period of time he spent in there, she would experience it herself soon enough.
Outwardly Pan's observations were quite right. Trunks had changed little. Appearance meant little though, inside the demi-sayai-jin had indeed had a change of heart. Before the events of the last day had occurred, Trunks had simply lived life. His goals the same as everyone else, to make some money, live comfortably, and to someday have a family of his own. The last part had been put on hold for his career though; he was still single even though he was over forty. While in the room, training Medon, he had begun to think on what his options were now. Even if they defeated the creatures that had attacked the Earth, what would be left? One entire continent and all it's people were gone. His friends, and some of his family were also gone. Life wouldn't be anything like it was before; it would almost be like starting over again.
He had made the choice, if he survived this, he would indeed start over, and make something with his life this time. Business wasn't everything; happiness was paramount. Living life to it's fullest, would be what drove him. He gave a sad smile as he pulled on the black leather trench coat he had brought with him, a special slit in the back to hold his sword, maybe he was just having a midlife crisis. It didn't matter though, this was the way it would be.
His gaze wandered over to Pan as he pulled on his black boots and gloves, the outfit he was wearing underneath the coat, his father's old suit of Sayai-jin armor, that he had worn during the Cell Games, any edge or protection would help. He had modified the armor a bit while within the Room to provide a bit more protection over the black body suit it covered. He hoped this would be over before she came out of the Room of Spirit and Time. She didn't need anymore grief or pain. She too had lost both her parents, and Goku had some crazy scheme involving her brother in mind. She met his eyes then and smiled, and he saw the hope reflected in that smile and in the depths of her dark eyes, and he knew he couldn't fail.
"I'm going after Goku now. Your suppose to enter the room in twelve hours, that should give Medon enough time with his current instructor, and then the two of you three months together."
Pan gave a nod, and then held out her hand to Trunks. Her slender fingers clasping twice, indicating for him to take it. She didn't know what he or her grandfather were going to face, she had faith in them though to come back, but she needed contact with someone before she was alone here with her thoughts.
Trunks took the young woman's hand, squeezing it tight with his own., offering her a smile to bolster her spirit as she had his own.
"Good luck Trunks, when you see him, let him know you both need to come back to us."
He nodded, then reluctantly released her hand. Then he sighed and dashed to the edge of God's Lookout. He had wasted too much time already, Goku had left nearly 30 minutes ago, and hell had probably already broken loose upon the surface.
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Son Goku rushed across the surface of the Earth. He had felt Tenshinhan's ki begin to fluctuate which meant he most likely was engaged in combat. Normally he would use his Instantaneous Movement to get there, but the dark ki that Tenshinhan's opponent was radiating was blurring his ability to sense energy in that region and he couldn't get a good enough lock on it to use the technique.
Gritting his teeth, the sayai-jin focused more of his energy into his flight speed, the ocean beneath him spraying high into the air at the force of his passage.
He was almost to the edge of the Western Continent when the attack came. A purple ball of ki hurled straight into his path, his training and reflexes the only thing that allowed him to dodge under it in time.
Goku threw his arms out to stop his forward momentum, looking upward to his attackers. Two surprisingly attractive females floated down from the clouds above him, kept aloft upon sets of massive wings. The darker haired of the two, had wings that seemed akin to Baal's, almost bat-like in their appearance. The other, stood out even more, beyond her bright red hair, her wings were made up of feathers like an angel, but the feathers were the color of a raven's coat. Despite their appearance though, Goku knew he was in trouble. They both were radiating massive amounts of ki, close to his level. If they were holding back at all, he would indeed have a problem.
Zilvra smiled, flashing white teeth and elongated canines. When Irruit and Kale had departed to attack the two-ki sources they had felt, their target's energy had popped up almost immediately. He most likely was attempting to rescue his friends. It wasn't going to happen.
"Well Laele, this must be the famous Son Goku, that Mephiston kept talking about. Not much to look at is he?"
Her sister gave a half shrug and wrinkled her pert nose up at the remark. She was actually hoping to run into the younger of the two men, as she had said previously, she found that one attractive and figured it would be more amusing then a simple fight.
"Who cares what he looks like? Let's just get this over with. I don't even see what the big deal is. His energy is ridiculously low, you can probably take him yourself."
"Hmmm, your right. Well why don't you just sit back and let me have a bit of fun then? You can play with the next one."
Zilvra vanished from her sister's side then, her immediate attack catching Goku off guard, as he boot slammed into the back of his head. Her body twisting in mid-air as he knee came around to impact into the sayai-jin's stomach, knocking the breath from his body and sending him flying up into the air with the force of the blow.
The daemoness laughed and gave pursuit, great wings flapping to send her up after her target. She blurred out again intending to appear above him, but when she arrived at where he should have been, he had simply vanished.
Her surprise was complete when Goku grabbed her ankle, viciously yanking her downward to connect with his knee as it came up to meet her. The blow stunned her for a split second, during which time he spun her around and tossed her downwards towards the Earth, a golden bolt of ki following after her.
Her wings flared outward stopped her fall as her arms were thrown up over her face, the golden energy blast slamming into her and causing her to lose more altitude. She snarled and amber eyes went back up to her opponent. Golden flames now danced around his body without scorching his blue gi, his black hair standing up and having taken on the same golden shade. It was at that point Zilvra decided this might not be as easy as she had initially thought.
Goku only smiled as he charged back in at her, his golden aura flaring as blue sparks of electricity leaped up into it. She was strong, he had to give her that. Then again, he had always loved a challenge.
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He was dying. Chaozu was sure of that by this point. At Tenshinhan's command he had make a direct path for the hospital within the Western Capital in hopes they could stop the flow of blood from his injured arm and help restore him to health. That was before the black skinned giant had attacked him from out of nowhere. Now Chaozu lay within the rubble that had been the hospital, a strong backhand followed by a ki blast had sent him into the structure and leveled it.
The little warrior was sure most of his ribs were broken, as was one leg and the right side of his face has been crushed in by the giant's fist, his white skin smeared with his own blood.
Chaozu felt tears welling up inside him. He wished he was stronger, and then he could help Tenshinhan. All he amounted to was hindering the man, during the battle with the daemon Tenshinhan had been forced to take several hits to protect him. Now at least, when this beast killed him, his friend would be free to fight to his fullest without being held back by concern.
The giant, Kale landed amongst the stone and steel. One large hand reaching down to pick up the small man by the head, huge fingers easily wrapping around his entire skull. This one had been no challenge, a normal human could have put up as much of a fight. He gave a shrug, at least he was in the heart of the city now, there was sure to be more amusement. He didn't even look at Chaozu as he began to squeeze, feeling flesh and bone give way under his monstrous strength.
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Tenshinhan was completely on the defensive. Irruit had attacked him without warning or mercy. Now she had him darting through a forest outside the Capital in hopes of losing her, while she fired freezing cold blasts of energy behind him, causing everything they hit to instantly freeze over. They had been at this for almost an hour now, and she showed no signs of letting up, while Tenshinhan was beginning to tire.
He was just coming around a large redwood; another of her killing bolts slamming into the ground where he had just flown by when he felt Chaozu's energy vanish. His friend's ki had been weak but there, and now it was gone. Snuffed out in the span of a few seconds.
The warrior stopped dead in his tracks, running was over. His best friend, his companion for over three decades was gone. The Dragonballs were gone as well, he would not be coming back this time. Tenshinhan screamed in rage, his ki flaring up around him as he waited for the daemoness to come to him. He didn't care if he died at this point, but he would take her with him.
Irruit knew her target had stopped running; she had grown bored of this game a while ago and was glad it was time to end it. She stopped right before Tenshinhan, drawing a glowing red blade from its sheath upon her hip.
"Done running meat?"
His response was not in words but in action. Tenshinhan had his hands in the shape of a triangle before him and was waiting for her to come into view. As soon as she did he focused, his very life energy going in the gap between his fingers, the image of her within rushing towards him.
"Kikouhou!"
The fantastically powerful energy blast hit Irruit full on, sending her hurtling backwards through several ancient trees that populated the forest. She lay still for a moment, calculating the power of the male she faced and the strength of the attack he had just unleashed upon her. It was far to strong for one of his level, these human's were a tricky lot, and she would kill him slow for that.
The daemoness was just beginning to rise again when Tenshinhan unleashed another Kikouhou upon her. This one sending her diagonally into the ground, several more of the deadly blast following. He was channeling his life force into the blast without care now. He just wanted to kill her before he expired as well, and if he survived this battle he would go and attempt the same against Chaozu's killer.
It was a good plan; it might have worked if Irruit was a normal daemon. She was one of Mephiston's elite five however. She would keep coming until one of them was dead, and Tenshinhan just didn't have enough energy in his body to make her stay down. Even as his repeated Kikouhou's slammed her deeper into the Earth, she kept attempting to rise, eventually she would, and then he would die.
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Medon had heard a lot about his current teacher. If someone asked him though, he would honestly say he wasn't impressed. He had expected a great warrior, and the short, overweight, blue, catfish looking man who stood before him now just didn't strike him as such. This was the Kaiosamma of the Northern Galaxy though he was told, who had managed to increase Goku, Tenshinhan, Chaozu, and Yamcha's powers by an incredible amount in a short period of time. Trunks had told him he should be honored to, he was using a privilege to come to the land of the living for a single day to come here and teach Medon as Goku's request.
So far he had been abused with a number of horrid jokes, and a repeated remark that he wished he could have brought the monkey in here. The only good thing he would attribute to this so far was Kaiosamma could cook better then either Medon or Trunks had been capable of. The temperature had also regulated somehow in the room once Kaiosamma had entered with him. Still he just wanted to get this over with so his sister could come and train with him. Kaiosamma hadn't even understood the joke he told him when they got into a discussion about humor, of course the fact he had heard it from Uncle Goten and it was particularly crude may have helped attribute to that.
"So what exactly are you going to teach me? As much as a good meal is going to help me, it really isn't going to let me go out there and defeat anyone at squat."
"Patience Medon. Your more hyper then my monkey assistant Bubbles."
Kaiosamma seemed to think a moment on that before covering up his mouth and snorting.
"Hehehe, monkey, sayai-jin, I didn't even see that one. Am I good or what?"
Medon could only sigh and shake his head; maybe this was a test of some sort. He had heard his father had to sit still in a circle for hours when the Rou Kaioshin had unleashed his power. The young demi-sayai-jin could only sit and listen to Kaiosamma as he continued to rattle off a number of bad puns and jokes and hope that something good came of all this.
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Kale tossed aside the battered and crushed corpse of his victim. The entire experience had been quite disappointing. The only thing that had gotten his blood pumped at all had been when the small man had begun to cry in the last few moments. It had been all to short however, and he craved some more sport. He could sense a large energy rushing toward Irruit as well as a rise in the one she was battling. That seemed to be the best spot for some sport, he could tell Zilvra was in combat with a ki nearly equal to her own and didn't quite feel like interfering into that as of yet.
The giant was just turning away from the ruins of the hospital to head out of the city when the purple beam of energy slammed square into the small of his back. The attack carried enough force to send him stumbling forward a few steps, large hands reaching behind him in an attempt to pat at the smoking wound.
With a snarl Kale spun about to face his attacker who was coming into a landing atop a large fallen chunk of rock. It was a human from the looks of him, seeming to be in his mid-thirties. His light brown skin was rippled with muscles and his black hair was an unkempt mohawk atop his head. He wore plain white pants and a black vest, open in the front. The corner of the massive daemon's lip turned up, his energy was impressive but not enough to be a threat.
"Well, well another flesh bag on this mud ball seems to think they have enough power to matter."
"I do have enough power. I had hoped you creatures would just leave, but instead you come into our cities and kill our innocent people. This is unforgivable. I am Ubuu, and I will be the one to stop you!"
The giant threw his head back and laughed. It felt good actually, the sound rolling up from his belly to echo throughout the near empty city.
"Is that so? Well feel free to try then Ubuu. Maybe you can manage to give me a bit of exercise before you die"
Ubuu growled, his knees bending as he shifted into an offensive stance. White ki springing up around him as the rock beneath him broke apart as he launched himself at Kale. The giant responded with a strong forward punch as the on-coming warrior.
The impact as their fists slammed together shattered the remaining windows in the two blocks surrounding the hospital, heralding another round of fierce battle within the confines of the city.
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The human was finally down. Irruit had been just beginning to get seriously annoyed when Tenshinhan's energy had begun to wan. His last few attacks had barely managed to stagger her and now he was down on one knee, trying to raise his hand up to fire another blast at her as she rose up out of the hole he had blasted her into.
Her black eyes flashed as twin beams of flame streamed forth to strike her exhausted opponent. He threw his arms in front of his body in an attempt to shield himself, but his scream of agony still echoed through the woods as the attack sent him hurtling backwards to slam into one of the ancient trees, sending cracks spider webbing up it's surface.
"Poor human, so fragile. Here you actually thought you had a chance. A pity..."
The daemoness held up the slender blade she had pulled from her hip sheath, her long forked tongue flickering out against its razor edge.
"You've managed to impress me though, so I will take a memento from you. Your third eye."
She was taking a step forward to finish off this human before he got up again when the on coming ki caught her attention. Her rage rose as she cursed at herself for not noticing it earlier. Tenshinhan's attacks had managed to distract her enough and her own delight in seeing him in agony afterwards had done the rest.
She spun around to defend herself slashing to the side with her glowing red blade. Her speed alone saved her, the hilt of the dagger catching hard against the razor edge of the sword that had been swung at her spine.
Irruit continued to turn to get a good look at her assailant but a black boot snapped up to crack into her jaw as she attempted to rotate, sending her stumbling backwards. She brought slender fingers up to wipe the thick stream of blood that dripped from her lips, dark eyes taking in her new opponent, a single word of hate muttered.
"Sayai-jin."
Trunks gave a short nod of his head and rose the tip of his blade, his golden aura crackling around it and strengthening it enough to match against her own magic weapon.
"Let's see how happy you are with someone that can fight back at your own level."
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The daemoness felt herself falling again, a violent shake of her head bringing her back to reality just before she slammed into the ground. Spinning about in mid-air Zilvra let her gaze wander up to the sayai-jin she had been fighting for the last few hours. He was a marvel to behold in combat. She actually had a slight advantage on him in pure power and he was still managing to match her move for move.
Son Goku took a deep breath and used the break in combat to try to regain some of the energy he had lost so far. Even with having to go all out in this form he still considered himself lucky. The daemoness' twin hadn't involved herself in the fight, if she had he would have been forced to assume the third stage to even stand a chance and it would drain his ki reserves so quickly he would have to win within an hour or so or else he'd run out of energy. In the second stage he was about equal to this one, though she had a bit of an edge he was making up for it with experience.
They had been trading blows for the better part of the day however, and he felt several other battles had begun around them. Even with the portal blurring his ability to sense ki he knew Trunks was involved in a fight in the woods near the Western Capital several miles away, and another ki he believed to be Ubuu was fighting within the city itself. Tenshinhan and Chaozu's energy had completely vanished, which meant they were either severely injured or dead. Neither of those options appealed to the sayai-jin at all. As the combat he was in had progressed he kept trying to find a way to put an end to it and win, but nothing had presented itself. He would either use all his energy and the other one would finish him, or he wasn't sure it would succeed. It seemed at the moment they were in a stalling action until Pan and Medon could come to tip the scales in their favor. His sense of time was off a bit by the fight, but he figured it would be at least another five hours until the two of them would be ready.
Zilvra and Laele both backed up a bit as Goku screamed his ki raising up another few notches, the electrical sparks dancing around his body and snapping off the top of the water. Zilvra spread her wings and prepared to launch herself back at him before he had a chance to power up again, but as she did the golden warrior was already upon her in a barrage of punches and kicks, leaving her no room for mistakes.
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In all honestly, the Room bothered Pan quite a bit. The gravity wasn't really any issue, she had adapted to that quick enough. It was the change in temperatures and the vast emptiness of it that got to her. Unless she was right in the entrance area she felt like she was in the middle of nowhere, all alone, and it frightened her. When she would go out to train away from the entrance without Medon she would have time to let her mind wander, and usually her thoughts turned unpleasant quickly.
That was also most likely the source of the arguments she and her brother had been engaged in since she had entered into the Room of Spirit and Time with him. They had briefly discussed his training with Trunks and then with Kaiosamma, the latter he didn't really say much on, beyond the fact that it had increased his power dramatically, and then set to the task at hand of getting him more combat experience and her own ki level up. Things had been ok at first, but she suspected the periods of time he had been on his own and doing nothing but training had gotten to him as much as they were getting to her, and he had experienced more of them. She had been in the Room to what amounted to maybe two weeks so far. He had been in here for over nine months. He had changed both physically and mentally. She could tell he had tried to push any thoughts of the tragedy that had forced them here from his mind, but her presence had brought it back as a fresh wound. To her it hadn't been long at all. So it was they had begun to argue at random points throughout the day. Usually on minor issues but every so often a fight during a training session would become particularly violent and they would have to stop to avoid injuring each other.
For now she was sitting on her bed and watching her brother. He was a few hundred yards away out into the nothingness. The temperature had dropped and large chunks of ice had formed over most of the area, except for a large section around him. He was just standing there, not moving and focusing his ki. The golden flames crackling around his body pushing back the forming ice and causing cracks to run up the pieces that managed to form on the edge of his circle of power.
She considered him now, as a man and as a warrior. He really had no combat experience so to speak, but did have training and pure power on his side. Trunks had done an exceptional job in the time he had, as had Kaiosamma. Of course it was to be expected of the later. Medon was easily stronger then her, even without transforming into a Super Sayai-jin. The transformation was incredibly difficult for him however. It didn't drain much energy but he seemed to have problems pushing himself into it at will. When he reached any extreme level of anger he would go into one stage or another without even trying, and his ki would rise above its normal limits. He needed to be able to access it at will though, even if his power would be a bit lower then when he was worked up. She knew when he was a child, their fathers power had been highest when he was angry, but when he grew older he had been able to harness it. Medon should have been able to do the same but he was just having trouble doing so. They didn't have much more time though, two and a half months and it would be time to leave the room and join the battles she knew were occurring even as they trained.
Pan sighed and rubbed her eyes. She didn't know what to do with him. Nothing she seemed to say lately was getting through. He didn't want to learn the techniques she was attempting to teach him, and she had no advice to help him with the transformations. It seemed as if they were destined to just advance themselves as much as possible while they were in here together. She loved her brother dearly but he was so damn difficult.
The ice flows around the entrance and the sleeping area cracked apart as Medon stepped out of them and onto the white tiles. The golden aura around him wavered a moment before fading away. His golden hair changing back to black and falling flat again, he had kept it cut short even within the room, the main change in the transformation being the increase in length.
The demi-sayai-jin gave his sister only a short glance as he walked by her into the room where they kept the food. He really didn't feel like listening to her at this point, dark thoughts occupied his mind. He had to think of some of the most painful things possible to fully access his power and doing so tended to put him into a foul mood for sometime after. All she seemed to do anyway was complain and tell him what to do. She just didn't seem to understand he had to figure out a way to transform on his own, a few new energy techniques wouldn't help like it could.
She had gotten up from the bed though and was following him. It seemed like it was going to be time for another discussion. There had been far to many of them since she had come into the Room for his liking, he would even take Kaiosamma's corny jokes over some of the things she said. Lately both of them had said things that were bordering on just purely hurtful and he didn't want to go there anymore.
"You know, we maybe could have avoided this if you had trained to start with."
Medon stopped cold and looked at Pan at the comment. This had not been a path he had expected her to take.
"What?"
"You heard me. If you had trained to begin with, instead of studying, we maybe could have avoided this. You may have been strong enough to help everyone instead of hiding inside the building."
Pan watched as her brothers lavender eyes went cold and locked onto her own. She knew she was walking down a bad path right now but the more she had thought about it, the more she had grown fed up. He wanted to do everything himself, that was fine, but she was going to point out to him what listening to her in the past may have stopped.
"I tried to get you to train with me. You didn't want to though...you wanted to be a scholar like Dad. You idolized him and now he's gone, and so is Mom. If you had trained you probably could be even stronger then you are now, and have been able to do something when those things showed up. Of course they even showed up at a party we were having for you."
Medon swallowed and took a deep breath before he spoke back to Pan. He felt the power rising up within him and was fighting to keep it down. Her tone of voice was completely calm but held an accusing edge to it, like she was trying to blame him for what had happened. He would never have said what he did under normal circumstances, but the stress had finally gotten to him and she had pushed over the last week and this was the final straw.
"Your maybe right, but, you killed Dad."
"What?!"
"If you had been stronger, Dad wouldn't have died. He didn't die trying to fight them, or protecting us. He was strong enough he could have beaten that thing inside probably, or taken care of himself. He died, because you couldn't protect yourself. He died to save you."
He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth and he saw the tears begin to form in his sister's large brown eyes. Pan felt to her knees in the small pantry area, no words leaving her mouth, but her lip quivering as she tried to speak. She had never considered that before, but hearing it from Medon, her little brother, it hit home. It was true. She closed her eyes and felt cold tears run down her cheeks. One hand pressed to the smooth tiles of the floor to keep her from falling flat, her knees had already turned to jelly.
Medon's heart melted as he watched his sister break down before him. He hadn't meant to cause this, only to get back at her for what she was saying. He didn't realize it would hit her this hard. He slowly reached out to touch her shoulder, but she viciously shook her arm causing him to back away. It was then he realized the ground was shaking.
Pieces of the tiled pantry began to break free and float into the air, the pots and cans of food in the shelves shaking free of the shelves of also taking flight. Consumed by her sorrow, Pan threw her head back and screamed, trying to be free of her inner demons that threatened to consume her with guilt. Medon tossed his arms up as the pantry blew apart, golden flames roaring up to consume the small room.
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The giant had been right. Ubuu groaned and attempted to rise up to his feet but his legs wouldn't respond to take him off the one knee he had fallen down to. He had managed to fight Kale to a standstill for a number of hours before his energy began to give out.
Ubuu had taken almost no hits for the majority of the battle, but the daemon seemed to shrug off his most powerful attacks with no effort. Now the tide of battle had turned and he had taken almost a dozen attacks that had caused him severe internal injury.
Kale advanced on his enemy. The human had put up quite a fight he had to admit. Nothing worth writing home about, but enough to give him a bit of a work out as he had hoped for. He was going to kill this one now and then lay waste to the rest of the city. After that he'd probably have to go take care of the energy he had felt approaching Irruit, her power had dropped a bit while it had grown some. Part of him hoped she would be either severely beaten so he could have his way with her or dead, he had never liked her.
Kale was opening his mouth to fire the killing blast at Ubuu when Irruit was thrown into his left side with enough force to send both of them into the air and nearly two blocks down the street. The giant roared from within the building he had landed within, the structure exploding with the force of his anger. Irruit was rising unsteadily to her feet besides him, the daemoness' red hide was scorched and a number of bruises were visible across her skin.
"What the hell is going on?!"
She growled and jerked her thumb down to street to the golden glowing form of Trunks that was landing near the injured Ubuu.
"He came out of no where. They aren't supposed to be this damn powerful!"
Kale snarled at the other daemon and slapped her hard across the face, sending her back down to her knee.
"You stupid cow! Do you expect them to just lie down and die, they will give all they have. You were simply weak, why don't you play with the human I already pulped while I handled this whelp?"
The giant gave a chuckle and rose up to his full height, large strides taking him back down the street towards his newest prey.
Trunks had told Ubuu to hide his energy as much as possible and use a nearby sewer to hide in. The injured man wouldn't get far though if he couldn't hold these two here long enough for him to get out of sight. The sayai-jin stood from his kneeling position near the manhole cover, watching Kale advance towards him. The daemoness he had been fighting was also getting up from the fallen building and slowly making her way down the street.
He took a breath and drew his sword from its sheath upon his back. It was time for round two.
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It was time. Goku had felt the shift in energy from the battlefields. Ubuu's had vanished and Trunks was now near two large dark ki's. They also were down to under an hour from when his grandchildren should have been out of the Room of Spirit and Time.
Zilvra ceased her attack as her opponent suddenly smiled and slowly raised a hand to wipe the blood from his mouth. The fight had intensified in the last few hours, and she had a few large purplish welts to prove it, but so did he. She didn't see any reason for him to be smiling.
"What are you so happy about meat?"
"Because I don't have to hold back any longer."
The water underneath Goku began to ripple and then swirl about, the twins could feel his ki starting to rise as an incredibly rate. The crackling golden aura around him flaring outward, as his golden hair stretched down his back. His muscular form seemed to grow even more, as his brow pushed forward, his eyebrows vanishing. It was time to give his all, if he could beat them so be it, otherwise he could certainly hold them until reinforcements were on hand to defeat the weakened daemons.
The daemoness cursed and looked to her sister. She had thought his second transformation had been the last one. This new form was immensely powerful and one on one he would be able to beat her, she was sure of that.
Laele gave a nod and spread her black wings wide, a single flap taking her to her twin's side. The sayai-jin's ki had shot up, but together they should still be a match for him and could most likely defeat him.
"Seems looks aren't everything eh Laele?"
"Shut up. So he had a few surprises on hand, you're the one that said this would be play time."
Zilvra snorted at her sister and popped the twin blades that were housed on the back of each arm. Laele did the same and in perfect movements with each other the two charges in at the Super Sayai-jin Three Son Goku.
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Pan took a deep breath as she stepped out of the Room of Spirit and Time. The air outside was so much more refreshing; it wasn't heavy with the gravity within the room. Her path was straight, walking to the edge of God's Lookout, Medon following close behind her.
They hadn't argued once since that day. His words had hurt her emotionally, but it had triggered something that might help save them. So they had focused and both given their all, growing closer and more powerful together.
Now they looked down upon the Earth and were ready. Pan had cut her hair short before they had left the room, much like her mother had for the Tenkaichi Bodoukai over thirty years before. Before he had returned to his own planet Kaiosamma had made them both outfits per their request for this moment. She wore a thin red short-sleeved top to allow for easy movement, it only covered her upper torso, leaving her smooth stomach bare. She had followed Trunks mode of dress and gone with black leather, a matching vest and pair of tight pants. She had completed her dress with a set of yellow knee high boots.
Medon's request had been simple. He had wanted to follow the path of his father. So he now wore a loose fitting red gi, no symbol's visible on the material. His undershirt, boots, and wristbands were black. The clothing was all weighted both for tradition and to add some impact to his attacks.
They both could sense the dark ki that seemed to have bled over most of the planet. Their grandfathers and Trunks seeming to be the only two spots of light in the see of darkness, but the light would die soon if they didn't hurry.
Turning to his sister, the young man gave a brief nod. It was time.
"Let's go"
Together they stepped off God's Lookout and sped towards the battlefield. Two arrows aimed at the heart of doom.